Coronation St.

Holy smoker I'm such a joker I spent all my money on things that keep me tired And give me bingo wings That cannot fly but keep me up all night What's another Dorito to those whose life just still hasn't started yet I'm twenty-three and everyone is having fun except for me I'm too tired to make my dinner and I think I'm too tired to fall asleep I think my boyfriend hates me And if I'm being honest, that's not deep I don't really care about him I can't care about anyone but me There's a missing part inside that I misplaced while going for ice cream Ice cream All I do ever is try to figure out what I'm missing My thoughts collects like a ball of dust in the corner Of the room where I spend all my time Where I eat and sleep and dream and pine for Oh, the Eiffel Tower Any kind of power at all Holy smoker I'm such a joker Spent all my money on things that keep me tired And learn to hate the wings my mother gave me Oh Lord, what a life I'm just a barmaid with no lines That lives on Coronation Street I'm twenty-three and everyone is having fun except for me I'm twenty-three and everyone is having fun except for me I'm twenty-three and everyone is having fun except for me